Thursday, October 13, 2011
TRIBUTE TO MY LATE, OLDEST SON
SIMON PROSSER JANUARY 2ND, 1974 – OCTOBER 13TH, 1990
HE WAS VERY MUCH EXPECTED. HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BORN DECEMBER 25TH, BUT HE WENT FOR ANOTHER WEEK. HE WAS THE CUTEST SMILEY BABY.
AT 16YO, HE WAS A 6 FEET 2 INCHES HANDSOME BLOND, BLUE EYES KIND OF GUY.
HE WAS NOT ALWAYS EASY TO HANDLE BECAUSE HE HAD HIS MOM S INDEPENDENCE. WE CLASHED OFTEN BUT WE LOVED EACH OTHER SO MUCH.
TO MAKE THE STORY SHORT, AT 16 YO, HE WENT FOR A JOY RIDE WITH A FRIEND HE WAS NOT ALLOWED TO SEE. IT WAS OCTOBER 4TH, 1990. I GOT A PHONE CALL AT 2 AM, FROM A BROTHER IN LAW. SIMON HAD HIS BUSINESS CARD ON HIM SO THEY WENT TO THEIR PLACE TO TELL THEM AND MY BROTHER IN LAW WANTED TO BE THE ONE TO TELL ME.
I GOT TO THE HOSPITAL AND HE WAS ALREADY IN ICU, WIH TUBES IN. THE DOCTORS SAID HE WOULD NOT GO THROUGH THE NIGHT; HE HAD AN IRREVERSIBLE SEVERE BRAIN DAMAGE AND WAS IN A COMA. HE WAS LYING IN BEAD WITH NO PHYSICAL INJURIES, NOT EVEN A SCRATCH. HE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL.
HE STAYED IN THE COMA FOR 9 DAYSAND I NEVER LEFT THE HOOSPITAL.
THE 12TH, THE DOCTORS SAID HE KEPT ALIVE BECAUSE HE WAS VERY HEALTHY SO HIS ORGANS WERE NOT FAILING. THEY SAID THE NEXT DAY THEY WOULD TAKE HIM TO ANOTHER FLOOR AND TAKE THE TUBES OUT AND MAKE A HOLE IN HIS NECK TO BREATHE. SO THAT NIGHT I WENT HOME WITH MY YOUNGER SON, 14YO AND TOLD THE NURSE I WOULD COME BACK THE NEXT DAY AT 12. THE NEXT MORNING I WOKE UP EARLY AND DECIDE TO GO SEE HIM BECAUSE I MISSED HIM SO MUCH.
WHEN I GOT THERE, THE NURSE SAID THE DOCTORS ARE DOING THEIR ROUNDS AND THEY DON T LIKE WHEN PEOPLE ARE AROUND. I WENT TO HAVE BREAKFAST AND WENT UP. WHEN I GOT THERE THE NURSE SAID, YOU NEED TO COME IN, BY HIS COLOR, SHE SAID, I KNOW HE DOES NOT HAVE LONG TO GO. I WENT IN AND TALKED TO HIM, TELLING HIM THAT I LOVED HIM, THAT I WAS THERE AND HE COULD LET GO AND HE DIED IN MY ARMS, JUST THE TWO OF US. WHEN EVERYONE CAME ABOUT 15 MINS LATER, HE WAS GONE. I WAS SO HAPPY TO DECIDE TO GO AT 9 INSTEAD OF 12.
I WAS IN SHOCK FOR 2 YEARS, CONTINUING AS AN AUTOMAT. HE WAS BURIED THE WEDNESDAY AND THE FRIDAY I WAS BACK TO WORK.
WHEN I WENT TO GET HIS WALLET AFTER THEY DID NOT NEED IT FOR EVIDENCES ANYMORE, ALL HE HAD IN IT WAS A PICTURE OF ME.
LIKE THEY SAY, TIME EASE THE PAIN BUT IT NEVER GOES AWAY AND THE LEAST LITTLE THINK, CAN BRING YOU RIGHT BACK TO THESE HORRIFIC DAYS.
I DID NOT WRITE THIS BLOG TO GET SYMPATHY OR PRAYERS; IT’S THE OPPOSITE,
I WOULD APPRECIATE NO COMMENTS.
THANK YOU FOR READING, YOU KNOW A LITTLE MORE ABOUT ME NOW.
LOVE
LISE
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